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When you’re playing in public, I think it’s important not to make excuses about why you’re not good or what’s wrong with your performance. The audience is there to have a good time and listening to you being self-conscious makes everyone uncomfortable.

Somehow I don’t feel like my blog is playing in public, though; it’s more like playing for someone in my living room, where I’m free to cough and say, “Gah! That garlic I had for lunch is drying up my throat. Excuse me while I run and get some water.”

So, I’m going to share this song that I just wrote for Jade, but I am going to preface by saying that I realize the metaphor is tired. I don’t think it’s a brilliant piece of music, although there is a line or two that I quite like. It does express some of the things I’ve been feeling, so it’s been therapeutic for me. And it’s therapeutic for me to share things with you, so I figured I’d do that, too. Lyrics appear below the fold.

Perfect Angel

On the day you were born I held you
And I marvelled at the sight
In my arms I held perfection
And everything was right
How the world could hold such miracles
I couldn’t understand
And I promised to protect you
And to be your guiding hand

But perfection isn’t perfect
Yeah, I know that life ain’t fair,
But why should an angel suffer
Crashing down from heaven’s air?
How can you fly with broken wings?
Who will teach you how to soar?
For right now my heart has turned to stone
And I’m sinking through the floor

Who believes in broken miracles?
Who believes in fairy tales?
Who knows where this path will take us?
I only hope my strength won’t fail
Some would say our lives are perfect
There are times when I agree
But sometimes the sadness takes me
And my tears are all I see

‘Cause perfection isn’t perfect
Yeah, I know that life ain’t fair,
But why should an angel suffer
Crashing down from heaven’s air?
How can you fly with broken wings?
Who will teach you how to soar?
For right now my heart has turned to stone
And I’m sinking through the floor

On the day you were born I held you
And I marvelled at the sight
In my arms I held perfection
And everything was right
How the world can hold such miracles
I still can’t understand
But I will try to protect you
And to be your guiding hand

So perfection isn’t perfect
Yeah, you know that life ain’t fair,
Why should an angel suffer
Crashing down from heaven’s air?
How can you fly with broken wings?
Who will teach you to be free?
Though I don’t know any answers
I know one teacher will be me

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Hi, I'm Fawn from Whitehorse, Yukon, and this is my online home. I'm a Mama and a housewife by day and a jazz singer by night. This blog is all about mommyhood, childhood epilepsy, special diets, and just surviving the dishes and laundry... but you can check out my music site at fawnfritzen.com.